tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31026292024-03-06T22:38:09.463-05:00anna kisshow it all happenedanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.comBlogger307125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-65986477290467766002013-04-08T14:34:00.000-04:002013-04-09T14:47:03.122-04:00Poem Eightthe heft
of a late night
compares not
to the weight
of day.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-61389845020333839692013-04-07T00:21:00.000-04:002013-04-08T00:31:04.143-04:00Poem Sevendigging,
I approach two kinds of questions:
the internal
and the external.
the emotional considerations regarding
appropriate work ethic
and appropriate work habit,
matters of being motivated
(or not)
to dig
and matters of digging
as leisure,
only suitable for bourgeoisie
ladies who lunch
or only fitting
in addition to
or after
other paid employment.
the practical considerations
come and go,
anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-36468034286634978742013-04-06T00:16:00.000-04:002013-04-08T03:47:13.356-04:00Poem SixThe Extravagance of My Idleness
each day I want for nothingness
for stillness and solitude
for the sun through the windows
no noise
just the quiet ticking
of idle leisurely thought.
inevitably,
lists of tasks
build up,
clogging my mind
with the debris of guilt
eventually forcing movement
toward accomplishment
achieving becomes an imposition
of necessary grandiosity.
Yet the longing in my heartanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-3812442007996528932013-04-05T23:57:00.000-04:002013-04-08T00:32:33.132-04:00Poem FiveBlackout
When the darkness started,
there was a half moon
and a million new stars
we lay in the yard
listening to crickets
and inventing constellations.
I pointed out a submarine
that floated toward
a ten-tentacled
squid monster
drinking tea to one side.
you described
a hillside of sheep
chasing the barbarian hoards
ready to eat them.
I couldn't see this, but
you swore that each
twinkling was aanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-91533563456583638702013-04-04T00:11:00.000-04:002013-04-08T00:12:06.296-04:00Poem Four
the sunlight glows on floorboards casts shadows of chair legs and I stare from out my teacup of coffee, remembering what it is for that light to burn you. for that light to be enough to set fire to the skin when summer comes and the thermometer hits 80, 90, 100 degrees then that sunlight casting shadows cross the dining room scorches. even the cats retreat. I miss that heat I long for it. Ianna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-50760240305321863442013-04-03T23:56:00.000-04:002013-04-07T23:56:52.404-04:00Poem Three
Found poem.
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anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-37746851304617644372010-09-29T14:12:00.002-04:002010-09-29T14:16:48.668-04:00So in my family - well, in my one family - if you were sitting still, you were being irresponsible somehow. Or at least that's how we've all internalized it. My mother is incredible. She's gotten older now and she's less crazy, but now she's stuck working all the effing time because, well, because she's an effing midwife and they pay her a lot of money so that she works five million hours. In anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-47546429634414072632010-04-28T14:24:00.001-04:002010-04-29T11:11:11.429-04:00This blog has moved This blog is now located at http://annakisstemp.blogspot.com/. You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click here. For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to http://annakisstemp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default. anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-27323723697669293162010-03-31T18:49:00.002-04:002010-03-31T22:33:32.308-04:00I made something approximating a quilt. It took me 8 years.I originally began it on a whim when I was pregnant with Aleks. I was all, "I'm going to make my baby a quilt!" I decided it was to be a crazy quilt. I can't even sew in a straight line, nor do I have the patience to. I underestimated what a crazy quilt requires. I got an area of about 35 by 33 inches and gave up. Couldn't figure outanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-75407696399495559652010-03-06T03:12:00.002-05:002010-03-06T03:13:00.711-05:00The only kind of mom who is recognized as valuable as "just" a mom in our society is one with a book deal.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-11080860886723321542010-02-15T12:44:00.000-05:002010-02-15T14:54:14.837-05:00Crunchy Mama Bragging Rights OR Doing the Green Things I Gotta DoThere is so much talk all over the web, especially on these homeschooling mama blogs that I frequent, about going green this and going green that and trying to be more conscious and more present and whatever else it is. I take an anarchistic approach to all this, with a little stylisitic anarchism thrown in because I'm not entirely anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-4382938040794906302010-02-14T14:42:00.002-05:002010-02-14T14:50:35.209-05:00To counter all that complaining for no good reason, really - or one really good reason - here is the note I wrote to my husband for Valentine's Day.I want to summarize the past twelve Valentine's Days or somehow distill a meaning from all those years together, but to arrive at conclusions seems impossible and somewhat naive. There are no possible ways to adjust or exact some grand narrative that anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-42192724764994261202010-02-13T23:24:00.008-05:002010-02-15T02:40:17.759-05:00I'm currently reading Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America by Barbara Ehrenreich. Like all books that speak to things I already feel, this book is infiltrating my thoughts. Despite my past dabbling in Treasure Mapping, I really have always hated the idea of the secret laws of attraction, and Bright-Sided is the perfect antidote to that. It is anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-83621393259605711022010-02-08T14:33:00.002-05:002010-02-14T14:34:38.330-05:00The Art 365 thing ended up being impossible due to scheduling difficulties. Or, rather, photographing the evidence and displaying it is an unwieldy task for me these days. Maybe one day.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-8666190395434056772010-01-07T00:38:00.002-05:002010-01-07T00:41:40.529-05:006/365. That's me in the middle in black, rehearsing for a stage play for the first time in more than a decade.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-52273396388122044152010-01-04T23:34:00.001-05:002010-01-04T23:40:36.457-05:004/365.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-65520193616841712062010-01-03T21:22:00.001-05:002010-01-03T21:22:57.359-05:003/365.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-22719812288467630522010-01-02T21:17:00.000-05:002010-01-03T21:22:16.048-05:002/365.With children:anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-55730798688437353812010-01-01T21:14:00.000-05:002010-01-03T21:17:04.743-05:001/365.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-64605917193785357162009-12-29T23:33:00.002-05:002009-12-30T01:08:35.253-05:00since the end of the year is here, i decided to revisit my treasure map for the year, which i made in march then displayed dutifully on my computer's desktop for months before forgetting about it upon the death of the computer. later, i reinstated it, but my husband replaced it with a day of the dead image and i'm reluctant to argue with him about the matter by usurping his desktop authority. anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-21522821250972803192009-06-01T03:12:00.003-04:002009-06-15T12:29:05.648-04:00I am busy and complainy about it. I want nothing more than to write lists and check them off again. When I think of my life, what I might say about what is going on right now, it is all the to-do-list, as ever, whenever I stop any more to think about it and write it out. Occasionally there is the drama between friends, which I cannot blog or really journal as it is not my own drama, but theirs. anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-74204244317373899432009-05-03T13:52:00.002-04:002009-05-03T15:37:45.708-04:00i have been ill of late, in both body and spirit. my lungs are made of pork, so the joke has been going, their inhalations sporadically ending in coughing fits, like the swine flu that's supposedly everywhere and awful. here, we seem to be handling it well enough, if we aren't exactly well. the hacking has yet to manifest as pneumonia, so i think we'll be all right in the end. plus i've turned a anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-55148742621863247582009-03-30T13:32:00.000-04:002009-03-30T13:33:27.869-04:00What I do when I'm bored.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0